The Final Elegy
High Councilor Valerius stood at the window of the Command Spire, watching the red giant of Proxima fill the horizon. It was a magnificent, terrifying sight—a wall of fire that promised both salvation and annihilation. The reports on his desk were unequivocal. The planetary engines were failing. Metal fatigue, centuries of stress, and a series of cascading malfunctions had left the Earth with...
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